All language subtitles for YouTube The Four Feathers (1978) Beau Bridges, Jane Seymour, Robert Powell, Simon Ward - Adventure

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If I were the French army,

I'd flank your left and
collapse the whole brigade.

Protect it for your calvary.

Good, good.

Now which regiment do you hold?

- Ours, sir.

- Which his ours?

- David.

He's not one of your leftenants.

- The more he knows now,
the better.

Are you ready, dear?
Shall we go?

- Yes, dear.

Show your father the
picture you drew.

- That's no uniform I know.

He's drawn you.

- Not in that uniform.

That's no regiment I know.

Study the uniforms, Harry.

Harry?

Harry!

You've been sent to bed.

- Can I light my candle, father?

- To bed.

Harry.

- The troops were paraded,
always ready.

You could see the Russian
on the hilltops.

He was waiting, we were waiting.

At that moment,

before the first shot,
before the order to advance,

in those hours a man ages years.

The minutes ooze by.

- Nonsense.

It's a good time to
study the terrain.

See where the pits are.

The rocks.

- And say your prays.

- I remember those moments
of waiting at Sevastopol,

how they broke a man down.

Wilmington.

- Disgraceful coward.

- The man trembled all the
while we waited

and then refused the
order to advance.

Refused.

Ruined him, of course.

- Sneak back to London
like a whipped dog.

All doors will closed to him.

Finally had the decency
to shoot himself.

All this talk of cowards
put me off my port.

- Good port it is.

- Gentlemen, a toast.

To the General and
his hospitality.

And to the youngest Feversham.

May Harry serve his country

as well as all the other
Fevershams before him.

General.

To General Feversham.

Harry.

I refuse.

I can't follow that.

Bloody saber's apart
of your arm.

If we ever see any action, I'm
going to be just behind you

and let you clear the
path for me.

- I doubt if we'll
ever see action.

- What about Egypt?

The Dervish rebellion spreading.

Do you smell that?

It's war, man.

War is in the wind.

- That's the stable, Jack.

No, it's a peacetime crew ahead.

That's why I'm resigning.

- Of course you are.

You're always bloody resigning.

- This time I am.

- I'll believe that when you
go before the old General

and tell him his son has
decided to become a civilian.

"What?!

"A Feversham a civilian?!

"Unthinkable!

"Uniform's all wrong."

- I will, Jack.

I'll do it this time.

I'm getting married.

- Ethne?

- Yes.

- You've asked her and
she said yes?

- Yes, I thought she
might have written to you.

She intends to.

- Bravo, Harry!

But you'll a hole in
the North Surrey

and you'll miss so much.

I wish you both the very best.

- Thank you, Jack.

Wait.

The summer house.

You owe me a shilling.

You said it wouldn't rain.

- A lady can be wrong.

- We could be trapped
here all day.

- I'm not going to miss
our engagement ball.

My engagement present?

- Do you like it?

- Yes.

Will your father be coming
to give his blessing?

- No.

- You told him you're
leaving the army.

- I wrote him.

- Harry.

- I'll see him when
it's finished.

So he can't.

There will be nothing he can do.

- I told you.

I'll be a soldier's wife.

- No.

- A regimental wedding.

- I'm finished with
the regiment.

- Walking beneath an
archway of swords.

The officer and his lady.

- Can we stop talking
about the army?

- I don't understand you, Harry.

You're the best officer
in the Royal North Surrey.

You and Jack Durrance.

- Let Jack lead the
glorious charges.

- And now this talk of
war in Egypt.

- No, thank you.

Not for me.

- I don't understand you.

- Then don't.

Just love me.

- Jack!

You're the first.

Welcome.

- Hello.

- Always so punctual,
these army chaps.

- Mmmm.

Been practicing for the
country life?

- Dreadful long hours, Jack.

Re-valley at noon.

Then we have the
inspection of the flowers,

the fruit trees, the lawns,

the checking of the wine cellar,

the flogging of the servants,

the exercising of the horses,
the--

- Shut up.

- Colonel and Mrs. Eustace.

I present my brother officers,

Captain William Trench.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Sir.
- Good evening.

- And Mr. Thomas Willoughby.

- How do you do, sir?

- How do you do?

- Oh and both so
splendid looking.

I wanted Harry to wear his
uniform just once more.

- Threatened him with arrest

but it's not good
threatening a civilian.

- Well he isn't a civilian yet,
sir.

Harry, we must have a talk.

- Where is your fiance, then,
Harry?

- She's in the music
room with some friends.

- Will you excuse us, please?

Mrs. Eustace, sir.

- Sir.

- Egypt, Harry, the Sudan.

The North Surrey is
certain to be called.

- My resignation becomes
official tomorrow.

- We could be called
out at any time.

- There are always
rumors of war.

- You couldn't stay
behind if you were called.

- Rumors, Tom.

I'm not going to change my plans

because of rumors in the mist.

- It's in the bloody papers.

These Dervishes,
they're fanatics.

They're just spoiling for
their holy war.

- I become a civilian tomorrow.

Six months from now you'll
still be in England grumbling,

waiting for war to break
out on the South Pole.

Now come and drink and dance.

Forget your soldiers
for one night.

- That's easier for some.

- Oh, come on, Will, it's
the man's engagement party.

- All right, Feversham.

Lead me to the brandy.

- At the far table.

Quick march.

- For you and the other
officers of the regiment, sir.

Marked, "Urgent."

- Thank you, I'll see to these.

- Yes, sir.

- Ah, looking for you, Harry.

Where's?

Are you all right?

- Yes.

- I can't find your Ethne.

It's my dance with her.

- Come.

Come, Tom, we'll find her.

- Wembol's here.

- Isn't that the Sergeant
Major with him?

- Welcome back, sir.

- Gentlemen.

- Oh, a carriage.

Well done, Jack.

- Captain Trench, sir.

- Sergeant Major.

- I must inform you and
the other officers, sir,

you're reporting two days late.

- What?

- Regiment's been called, sir.

- Called?

Well then why weren't
we informed?

- Wembol knew where we were.

- It was all telegraphed, sir.

- We certainly were not.

- Better hurry, sir.

- Yes.

Carry on, Sergeant Major.

- Sir.

- Egypt?

- Yes, sir.

- You hear that?

Egypt.

- Feversham burned them.

- What?

- I saw Feversham burning
several envelops

in the fireplace the
night of the ball.

They looked like telegrams.

- Oh, Harry.

But why would he do it?

- So he could say he had
no word of the alert.

So he could leave the regiment.

- Well he's dishonored himself

and he's dishonored Royal
North Surreys, damn him.

- What a low thing to do.

Can you believe it?

- Coward!

And I shall tell him so myself.

- Harry!

Harry, have you heard?

North Surreys have been
called to Egypt.

Well?

Have you rejoined?

- Rejoined?

I'm out of it forever.

- Well I thought

and father thought that
you changed your mind now.

- Why?

To go and fight the Dervishes
for the glory of the Empire?

To plant the flag in the Sudan?

- Don't make a joke about it,
Harry.

- I want to be with you.

- Excuse me, Miss Ethne.

There's been an urgent
delivery for Mr. Feversham.

A package.

- Where is it, Carson?

- On the table in the garret,
Miss Ethne.

- Thank you, well get it.

What is it?

Jack Durrance?

Willoughby?

Trench?

Is this an ugly joke?

Feathers of cowardice for you?

For what?

For resigning?

This is an outrage.

They must take them back.

For desertion
in the face of the enemy.

- What enemy?

We weren't at war when
you resigned.

- Yes.

During our party.

Telegrams came for all
the officers present.

I knew the regiment had
been alerted.

- But you?

- I burnt them

so I could resign.

- How could you do such a thing?

- I didn't want to go.

- You didn't want?

As a solider you had no
choice, Harry, no choice.

- I wanted to be with you.

- I told you I want to
be a soldier's wife.

- No, I don't want that for us.

- You want?

You want.

Can you only think about
what Harry Feversham wants?

- Please, Ethne.

- And now you want,

you want me to support you.

I have to turn my back on

family,

regiment, the country.

- What has that to do with us?

- It is us.

It is, it's in our
blood, it's what we are.

And all along you've
decided to throw it all away

without even a word.

Then you live alone with that
decision, Harry Feversham.

Take it.

Please, take it and go away.

Leftenant Feversham.

Best officer in the
North Surreys.

I thought we had no secrets.

None.

Wait!

Here.

- Would you wait over there,
please?

Go! Giddy-up!

Evening, sir.

- Good evening.

- Will you be staying, sir?

- No, John.

Is my father at home?

- Just back from the
troop reviews, sir.

Shall I tell him?

- No, thank you.

- Very good, sir.

- I can never tell if
it's a slight draft

of if it's my son
opening that door.

Now that you've sneaked
in, you can sneak out.

No need to bring me the news.

You've resigned and your
regiment is off for Egypt.

All London knows my humiliation.

Leave me now.

- Father?

That's not all.

These.

- I must ask for satisfaction!

- Satisfaction?

- Call them out, man!

This is a scandal!

- I deserve them.

I knew about the alert
before I resigned.

I said nothing.

- I knew you were weak.

I knew.

- Yes, you knew!

You always knew!

So why are you so surprised,
father,

and beating about
with your cane?

You knew.

You tell me stories of
cowards in battle.

You knew those stories
were my nightmares.

You heard me crying up there,

alone with my nightmares.

Didn't you hear me?

I would sink my teeth into
the pillow to catch my cries.

And still they came
out and you heard them.

Didn't you?!

- Lower your voice.

Oh dear God.

Out of my sight!

You will not return to
this house ever.

You will not return.

- Good luck, my boy.

- Thank you.

Thank you for coming
to see me off.

- Look after yourself.

- Where's Jack?

- I need more of a kiss
to last me through Egypt.

I care for you, Ethne,
I always have.

I love you.

- Harry is dead to me, Jack.

But I feel like his widower.

I feel I should
mourn him awhile.

And you should give me time.

- Will you write to me?

- Yes.

- Hurry up!

Fill the trains!

Say goodbye, soldier.

Come on, get a move on!

Pick up that rifle.

Come on, hurry up!

Hurry up, get on the train!

- I'll bring you back the
head of a Dervish, sir.

- Bring me a basket full.

Good luck.

- Jack!

Take care.

- Care?

Let the Dervish take care.

Bravo.

Finally,

he had the decency to
shoot himself.

- I'm bound for Egypt!

You are Abou Fatma?

My name is Harry Feversham.

I've been looking for you.

- Why?

- You know the people
of the Sudan.

You move among the Mahdi
and his rebels.

I want to be able to
move freely among them.

- Sit.

Why have you chosen me for
your education, Mr. Feversham?

- You scout for the
British, I've seen you.

You bring information to the
officers of the North Surreys.

I've been watching you
for many weeks

and I want to serve with you.

- This Mahdi came to me
three years ago.

He wanted my people to
fight with him.

I told him to leave us in peace

and for this refusal,

he took

my hand.

But I have another.

And with this,

I wage my humble war
against the pretender

who calls himself Mahdi.

Now, English man,

why do you make war?

Why?

- Because I've been a coward.

- At least an honest coward.

Mr. Feversham,

what do you intend to do?

- Make three of my brother
officers take back these.

- But

there are four.

- May I serve with you?

- Parade!

Attention!

- A Dervish army

is reported on the march

near Tokar.

Before we can fight
them, we must find them.

This we intend to do.

Reconnaissance groups

of horse, camel and
foot contingents

will move out in six hours.

The Royal North Surrey Regiment

will provide infantry
columns to probe the plains

west of the mountains.

Gentlemen, good hunting.

- Sergeant Major.

- Sir!

- Fall out!

- Shall I give the order
for the men to drink?

- No.

- But it's been hours.

- Steady.

Let's see if we have
news of the well.

Straighten up a bit.

- I feel as if I'm melting.

- Just don't fall
off your horse.

It looks damned undignified.

- Afraid the well is dry, sir.

- Then there's no point in
marching to it, is there?

- No, sir.

I thought the same.

- Any sign of the enemy?

- Not a sign, sir.

- Very well, we'll camp here.

Let the native scouts
know, Sergeant Major.

- Sir!

Sergeant Major says we'll
camp here for the night.

Tomorrow you will lead
us to the next well.

- Will he fortify the camp?

- Only with brush.

They're too hot and tired
to dig a trench

and Jack will let them rest.

- But he will send out patrols.

- Guards will be posted
but only inside the brush.

- Then we will move to
higher ground.

There.

Where we may better
watch over your friend.

- He won't need much
watching tonight.

No sign of the Dervishes.

- You have still much
to learn, Mr. Feversham.

You best pack a bag, dear Ethne.

For I shall dream you
here tonight.

Needn't bring much.

Just yourself and a
chilled bottle of--

- Do you hear that?

- Pardon, sir?

- The Dervish.

When I brought them I
heard nothing.

- How many?

- Some hundreds
surrounding the British.

They will close the
circle slowly.

Come.

Right towards the garrison.

There will be a mounted patrol.

Look for their dust in the sky.

Bring them, I will
warn the British.

- Abou!

I must warn my friend.

- You will have to ride through
the Dervish, Mr. Feversham.

- Yes.

Stand to!

- Sound alarm!

- Move back!

Check your ammunition,
wait for it.

- Company!

Ready!

Commence fighting by command!

- Ready!

- Present!

Present!

- Form a square!

- Form a square!

Come on, Rollins!

Ready!

Fire!

Present!

- Present!

Present fire!

Right present!

Fire!

We're going to the rocks!

Ready!

Fire!

Down here!

Fire.

I can't see.

I can't see!

- Water.

No, don't!

- Bradley?

Sergeant Major?

- They're all dead, Jack.

- Who are you?

- It's me.

Harry.

- Harry Feversham?

Oh my God.

Am I dead?

- No, Jack.

- Why, Harry?

Why have you come here?

- To help you somehow.

So I could give you this.

- Oh, God.

Yes, I take it back.

- Leave it.
- No, I want to see you.

- They're burnt, Jack.

Let them heal.

- Will I see you again, Harry?

- Them them heal.

- The North Surrey's
fought well.

Did the Dervish take the colors?

- They killed everyone, Jack.

50 men

and lost hundreds themselves.

- Did they take the colors?

- Yes, the took the blood flag.

- We'll get it back.

- You'll go to England.

You'll take the feather.

- Yes, I'll keep it.

- No,

take it to Ethne.

- Harry,

you're dead to Ethne.

- I'm going to give each
one of them back.

And one day,

her's too.

Listen.

The relief column.

Jack.

Call to them when
they're close by.

- And you?

- Let me stay just a shadow,
Jack.

Except to you

and to Ethne.

- Harry?

About Ethne.

Harry?

Harry?!

Harry!

- "And now I no not what
to say to you.

"Father is trying to
sway Parliament

"towards an all out campaign

"to retake the Sudan.

"I'm sure he fancies himself

"leading it on a
great white horse

"with you at his side.

"I am against it, for
I want you home, Jack,

"so that I can repeat
the following in person.

"Yes, oh yes, I will
be your wife.

"I put all indecision behind me.

"All doubts, all of my past,

"all of my ghosts.

"Finish with your Dervish
and your glory

"and come home to
England and to Ethne.

"We wait to welcome you.

"Will all my love, Ethne."

- We formed a
somewhat hasty line.

Volley fire.

And they came at us through
the smoke, screaming.

We formed a square.

I saw at least two of them
go down and right up again.

Couldn't stop them.

- Enough.

Must we talk of war?

- We ran for the rocks.

Flying column.

Bayonets fixed.

And I was the lucky one.

I was shot.

Fell among the boulders.

Hidden unconscious.

I was the lucky one.

- Three steps.

- Was that a shooting star?

- I didn't see it.

- Sometimes I see light.

They tell me it's only
memory, phantom lighting.

I really believe I see it.

- Perhaps there's still
a chance then.

- Yes.

Ethne,

your letter caught up with me

in a field hospital on the Nile.

A nurse read it to me.

The letter where you
agreed to be my wife.

- A nurse?

I hope she gave you the
proper feeling.

- You wrote it to a
different man.

- Jack, don't.

- A whole man.

I don't hold you to that letter.

- No letter holds me, Jack.

My feelings hold me.

- You should run from me.

- I did run once.

From a man who loved me
and needed me.

I failed him.

Now life has given me
another chance.

I want this chance.

And I want you.

I'll never fail you, Jack.

- Officers coming.

- If he deserts the Mahdi,

then we've broken the Dervish
grip on this territory.

Or so I'm told.

- You trust him?

- Well, he's come to talk
on our ground.

- This isn't exactly our ground.

We're far outside the zone.

- Yes, the meeting place
wasn't my idea

but you know the Colonel
as well as I do.

"There's nowhere in the Empire

"the Queen's uniform can't go."

- Okay.

- Another bodyguard of Omdurman.

- That's the third one.

Your information
must've been correct.

- Yes.

It's going to be today.

I hope your friend realizes
the danger he is in.

- How do you do?

We shall have to do
this the old way.

- Willoughby!

- You!

You spoke my name.

- Yes, Tom.

- Miss Eustace,

I was your guest here
almost a year ago.

- Yes.

Well you may dance

at still another of my
engagement parties.

Captain Durrance and I
are to be married.

Though we've not yet set a date.

- Jack Durrance?

I didn't realize.

I've just arrived from Cairo.

- If you hope to find Jack here,

I'm afraid he's back in London.

- I've come to see you, actually

and to deliver

this.

- How did you come by that?

- From him.

He turned up in Suakin,
of all places.

Risked his life to save mine.

I thought he should be decorated

but he said, "Just take
back your damn feather

"and delivery it to Ethne.

"She knows."

- I know?

- He means to give
them all back.

All three.

- Four.

All four feathers.

Oh dear God, Harry.

- You wouldn't recognize him.

I took him for a native.

He's...

I'm sorry, shall I leave you?

- Did he say anything else?

- No.

- Something?

- I saw him for just
a few moments.

- Shall I ever see him?

- If he lives.

He's gone to find Trench

and Trench is a
prisoner in Omdurman.

- Omdurman?

- It's in the very heart
of the Dervish Empire.

Just getting there
would be a miracle.

I told him that.

Well,

I'll be leaving now.

- Yes.

Thank you, Captain.

You'll be seeing Jack in London?

- Yes.

- Don't speak of
Harry Feversham.

Please.

- Goodbye then.

- So he's after
regaining his honor.

His name.

There's still a spark in him.

He's still a Feversham.

- Stop it, please.

He's a tormented man.

We drove him away.

- I doubt if a woman
could understand.

- Please, General.

He came to each of us
and we sent him away,

closed our doors to him.

His father

and the woman he loved.

It is our shame.

Not his.

- He was a soldier

and there is a soldier's code.

- Is there a father's code?

- Aren't we by the shrub roses?

- Yes.

- We must be finished.

- Well listen to that.

- It's been a good while
since she played.

- Will you excuse me?

- Can I help you?

- No, thank you.

It's been a long time
since you've played.

- Yes.

My fingers are a bit stiff.

- It's lovely.

Go on.

I'll sit here.

- I hear a captain of your
regiment is back in London.

- Willoughby.

Yes, I met him.

- Did he have any news?

- News? No.

Oh yes, yes.

Poor Trench.

A prison in Omdurman.

Probably dead by now.

- Is that a terrible place,
Omdurman?

- A nightmare, so I'm told.

Play.

- Yes.

While you were in Suakin,

did ever...

Did you ever hear word of
Harry Feversham?

- Feversham?

- I hear he may have
gone to Egypt.

- No, I never saw him.

- So, there.

We will slip out of the line
there and go down that alley.

- Yes.

There will be horses at
the end of the street,

tools to break off chains

and guns at the Oasis of Sudan.

One day's ride.

- So all that's left
is for me to be arrest.

I hope I shall see you again,
Abou Fatma.

- I'll be waiting at
the end of the street.

It's as sure

as the sand.

- Fight to stay alive.

Fight.

Don't move.

Fight.

Fight to stay up!

Fight to stay alive.

Don't think of the stench.

Fight to stay alive.

- Trench.

- Stand up.

Fight to stand up.

- Trench.

- Stay up.

- Look at me.

Trench!

Look at me.

Trench!

- Trench?

- Captain William Trench.

- Captain

William

Trench.

- Remember?

Remember, damn it!

Remember me.

- Feversham?

Feversham.

- Yes.

- Keep moving.

Get to the front.

Get to the water.

Don't sleep yet, Harry.

I want to hear it again.

Tell me again.

- On the march back from work,

I'll show you the alley today.

In six days, we'll slip
out of the line somehow

and we're going down the alley.

My friend will be waiting there.

- Could you trust him?

- As I trust myself.

- If he's not there,

they'll catch us and
they send us back here.

And I don't think I
could stand up anymore.

I've been standing up
for seven months, Harry.

There's a package for you, Harry.

White feathers?

For what?

You burned,

burned the telegram?

You were that much afraid.

I am so sorry.

Let me hold you.

Yes.

Just hold on to me.

Stay with me.

- Abou's work.

He's not there.

- Where is he?

Horses!

The horses!

- Feversham!

Feversham, we must leave!

Our chains!

No time now!

Hurry, Trench, hurry!

- How much further to the oasis?

- Another eight hours.

If they don't catch us, Mr.
Trench.

Harry!

- Leave it.

Mount behind me.

Go on!

Go on!

- If they catch us, Harry,

you must kill me.

Mount!

- You must.

- Mount!

The oasis!

Give me the ammunition, quickly!

- Trench.

- Come on!

- They won't get me back
there now, Harry.

- Back!

- The three.

We...

We...

- We're free, Harry.

- No, I'll do it.

You read me the news.

- Very well, sir.

What should we have, sir?

- The races.

- Here's a dispatch from
the Sudan, sir.

- Good.

- It's Captain Trench, sir.

- Will?

What does it say?

- "Captain William Trench of
the Royal North Surrey Regiment

"arrived March 2nd in Cairo,

"after his recent escape from
Dervish prison in Omdurman."

- Bravo, Trench.

- "He was aided in his
escape by a civilian,

"an Englishman, who
entered the prison

"in order to free the officer.

"The man was identified as--"

- Harry Feversham.

- "Formally an officer in
the Royal North Surrey."

How did you know, sir?

- All the feathers are gone now,
Harry.

All but one.

- Pardon, sir?

- Is there anything else there?

- Just that the men are
returning at London, sir.

The dispatch is a week old.

- I want to see her.

- Sir?

- I was supposed to
meet Miss Eustace today.

- Yes, sir.

- Get word to her that I
would like her to come here,

to visit me here.

- I'm going now, sir.

- Yes.

- It's her, sir.

- What's she wearing?

- A purple dress, sir.

Silk, I think.

- A hat?

- Purple, sir.

- Is everything in its place?

- Yes, sir.

- Leave now, Wembol.

- Sir.

- Let me guess, it's the
girl from the laundry.

- I can't fool a fine
gentlemen like yourself, sir.

And why didn't you come
meet me in the gardens?

Where's Wembol?

- Wembol is out.

I function very well on
my own now, dear lady.

That's part of my news.

- News?

- Stand here in the
window light.

- What is it?

- Purple.

The color of your dress.

It's very dim but I do see it.

It is purple, isn't it?

- Jack.

That's wonderful.

- I've known for days
but I had to be sure.

I've been consulting with Parker
and the German specialist.

- And?

- I'm going away.

Germany.

Long series of treatments
and operations.

- Jack, what?

- You have

been a great treasure to me,
Ethne.

But I have to chase
this possibility.

I may be chasing it for years.

And it's going to take
over my life for awhile.

It's best that I remain free.

I should never have
committed us to the marriage.

- Are you sure?

- I believe that it is
best for both of us.

- Leaving so soon.

- Yes.

Don't come and see me off.

I wouldn't be able to say
all this again.

- I do love you, Jack.

- I know.

And I love you.

Now,

please.

Back to the park.

Walk among the gardens
in your purple dress

and I'll think of you there.

I'll see you there.

- Master Harry, sir.

- John.

- So good to see you, sir.

- Is the General in his study?

- Yes, sir.

Shall I tell him?

- No, thank you.

- Well, you are

expecting me to be waiting
at the front entrance,

waving and embracing, I suppose.

- No, I didn't expect that.

- Huh?

Well you did do wrong
by the name you carry.

That's a fact.

But I believe you have
redeemed yourself

and I forgive you.

- I haven't come to be forgiven.

- What is it, then?

Praise?

I'll not praise you for
behaving like a soldier.

That was expected
from the start.

- Not praise, either.

Praise for what?

For risking the life that
wasn't worth keeping?

No, I came to see you, father.

To look at you.

To find out what I feel.

- What do you feel?

- All the terror of you is gone.

There's not much else
between us, is there?

There never was.

- You were born to a soldier.

Cry about it if you wish.

They're going to offer
you a commission

in the North Surrey.

A captaincy.

- I refused.

My sons and daughters will
not be born to a solider.

Goodbye, sir.

- This is your house.

- Is it?

- Yes, by God.

Been empty as death for a
long time now.

Perhaps.

- Perhaps we'll get to
know each other now.

- Excuse me, Miss Ethne,
there's a gentleman.

- Captain Trench.

- Yes.

- Well?

Give it to me.

I thought he had come.

- He has.

He told me to tell you

he'll wait for awhile in
the summer house.

If you don't come, well
he'll understand.

- It rained the last time,
didn't it?

- I know you never wanted
to see me again.

But I had to give you this.

- Oh, Harry!

You can't give it to her

because she isn't here.

That awful girl that gave
you the white feather.

She's gone, Harry.

Gone forever.

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